Novel & Cerita Dreaming Of Being A Vampire

I threw my head back on the pillow. "I had a dream." "So you dreamed about him," his voice was low and there was a hint of something else. "I did. I don't know why, though. I thought vampires are not capable of dreaming?" "You are a special case because there is still a fraction of human blood in your body. What did you dreamed about? I hope you weren't dreaming about doing with him what we just did."

I threw my head back on the pillow. "I had a dream." "So you dreamed about him," his voice was low and there was a hint of something else. "I did. I don't know why, though. I thought vampires are not capable of dreaming?" "You are a special case because there is still a fraction of human blood in your body. What did you dreamed about? I hope you weren't dreaming about doing with him what we just did."

Then out of fear, he closed his eyes while he screamed and hugged the wolf's neck tight. Even if Vince's eyes were completely shut, he knew well that they had jumped to the rocks and streams. The white wolf was almost flying but he didn't know why. When he opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder, he saw humans with sharp fangs chasing them. They were as fast as a bolt of lightning. Their eyes were bloody red. They could also jump high just like the wolf. "Vampires!" he screamed in his sleep. In his dream, he talked to the white wolf. He was panting and shaking in fear and coldness.

At first, she couldn’t remember exactly what she had been dreaming about, but she knew she had been sprinting in her dream, and her chest heaved as if she had been truly attempting to outrun a predator. She wiped her brow on the sleeve of her flannel pajamas, and after a moment to compose herself, turned to her nightstand and a drink of water. Whatever she had been dreaming, it was terrible, and she was afraid to go back to sleep. She glanced at the clock next to her bed. It was 3:00 AM. She felt chills climbing up her spine as she realized at this time tomorrow, she would be at the Eidolon Festival. Suddenly, she remembered, she had been dreaming about attending the fair. But, if her dream

“My mother. It’s always the same dream. It stopped for a little while when I lived with Vesper, but…they came back.” “Okay.” My throat constricts while I watch her drink the blood. The way my body reacts to her is violent and painful and it takes everything I have to get up and walk away to the couch. “I have nightmares too,” I say just to make conversation. “Every night?” “Yes.” “Damn. I had some hope that it would go away.” “Mine never did. Vesper claims he never has nightmares. I think it depends on how…difficult your human life was before you became vampire.”

She cleared her throat, nervous. “I assume you already know why I’m here?” she began cautiously. He stared back, neutral. “Why don’t you tell me,” he said. “I dreamt last night of Caleb,” she said. “That he was in danger. But it felt like more than a dream to me. It felt…real.” “Vampires do not visit each other in sleep casually,” Aiden replied. “Every dream is a visit. An intentional visit. And every dream bears a message. We are not like humans. We can control the dream world.”

It was a dismal little place. She'd told me about her vampirism right from the start, but I took it as a joke at first. Everyone on the web is a witch or a warlock or a vampire of some crap, and even after she insisted that she really needed to drink human blood every once in a while so she wouldn't get sick, I figured it was just a game she'd gone overboard with.

“What….who are you?” She asked in fear. Her hands were shaking but she tried to steady herself. He tilted his head and replied. “I’m a vampire” he replied simply and she burst into laughter, it was a nervous kind of laughter, she was trying to mask her fear with the laughter. “Vampire? Really?” She paused and studied him carefully “I believe in angels and demons, I believe in God and satan but vampires?” She chuckled again before saying “Vampires aren’t real”

Usually, she'd have been cursing at them but today she was grateful that they weren't paying enough attention to notice her. The daylight stung her eyes but she was in too much of a haze to care. She only stopped moving when she reached the cemetery. It wasn't a planned destination, she had no specific place in mind when she had fled the house, somehow she'd just found her way there. All she wanted to do was get as far away as possible before she lost control and did something that she would regret. It was a completely foreign feeling, craving blood but she knew something was up the second she inhaled Mason's scent and found herself thinking about his blood. Vampires didn't crave the blood o

So I pushed on, day after day, determined to find a way to make a difference. And as for the dreams they started to get more frequent. I had always been fascinated by the supernatural, and I often found myself lost in my own imagination, dreaming up elaborate stories about werewolves, vampires, and other mythical creatures. One day, I met a handsome and charming young man who seemed to embody all of the qualities of the perfect werewolf. He was kind, gentle, and always ready with a comforting word and a smile.